[center][color=C0C0C0][h2]Markus Grey[/h2][/color][/center]

Markus had been in the middle of the crowd when the announcement came. He tried to stay close to where his kitchen was, but was quickly swept away by the large swarm of people that flooded the area. So despite his best wishes, he found himself in the middle of a large group of people with shock in their eyes, but also something more. Some spoke of going down to fight the disaster, and claiming the bounty placed for new information.

Markus considered whether or not he wanted the reward.[color=C0C0C0][i] Money is certainly a problem when you have to feed a wyvern, and it [b]would[/b] pay more than cooking.[/i][/color] Markus nodded to himself. While the premise of making more money, and letting his wyvern fly free to the skies seemed the reason for his choice, he knew he wanted to join to regain the sense of camaraderie he had known on his home of Airi Island. He nodded to himself. and he wandered over to a group of people. As he glanced over their party he grimaced. There was no sense of co-operation, just a lust for money. He had a feeling they might die in the face of this threat.

Markus shifted his person over to another group that had caught his eye. Well, it wasn't so much the group, as the fox that was within that group. He waited at the outskirts for the conversation to finish, however, as more and more people joined he knew it would be harder to get his voice in. So he waited longer. There was a lot of odd people in the group too. But he let it slide. He'd be able to have fun with this group, he felt it. He put the ladle he had carried from the kitchen out in front of him, hoping that one of them might realize he could cook, something any well respected group of mercenaries needed.

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